Tales from Chengir David Woodruff

Some men took what they wanted from any man they pleased. Flags and laws be damned. What was at sea was available for the taking. The only laws they followed were their own. They feared no man and no ship. But Alyssa Martin wasn’t a man… and she scared the piss out of any man who sailed these waters.

The unexplored parts of Africa were once limited to what would turn out to be the Congo Basin and the African Great Lakes. This "Heart of Africa" remained one of the last remaining "blank spots" on world maps of the later 19th century. Some would risk everything for the fame of filling in this open space on the map.

Everett and Lucy arrived with a speed that would have astounded the primitive population. The two were eager to get going. New places, new worlds meant new profits. They had already done well this quarter, but they were hoping to do so much better here. Primeval worlds with untapped resources promised a market share of unparalleled proportions.

Louis sat in on his stool behind the counter staring out the shop windows. The street was filled with the cries of lamplighters and passing carriages. He was bored. He’d have given almost anything for something interesting to happen. But perhaps he should have picked some other day for this particular wish.

Beholders were immediately identifiable, being essentially a floating head with one single, cyclops-like eye surrounded by ten smaller eyestalks. Other than this, the main feature of a beholder's anatomy was its massive, gaping maw. Because of these features, beholders were occasionally known as "spheres of many eyes." – Forgotten Realms Wiki

Can you imagine losing something really important to you? I’m not talking about your keys here. I’m talking about something uniquely important. Something that cannot be replaced.